Good Morning/Afternoon/Evening/Night(whichever one it is in your part of the world),
Hi! I'm here to leave a quick review!!
First Impression: Okayy....soo, this was quite a powerful little story here...definitely didn't go in a direction I was expecting it to, what with the kind of start this had, but I do think I like the direction this story took. The ending especially was a pretty nice note there to end on.
Anyway let's get right to it,
The boy was standing on the hill, overlooking his village. It was early in the morning, and the sun was just awakening, peaking over the distant mountains, to cast away the darkness. The red-gold rays of sunshine shot down at him, basking him in a halo-like glow that any angel would be proud of. He looked down and saw the people in the streets. He saw his friends, laughing as they ran, dodging the angry parents whose pies were stolen. He saw his parents, watching in amusement, as they knew that no kids were going to steal their pies. He had tried it before, the boy though ruefully, and did not want to try again. He saw his sister, young and beautiful, and all the older boys gawking at her, trying to win her affection and attention. He knew she didn t care about any of them; they were just sources of amusement, playthings that she would throw away when she found a new one. He saw it all. He remembered everything.
Oooh, well this is certainly an interesting start. A bit cluttered I would say, I feel like its trying to give us just a bit too much information here in just this one opening paragraph, but that description and those first few lines are done pretty well. You really do get a lovely sense of the setting of things here. So...all in all, a bit of a mixed start we've got going on here.
And then it all snapped back, and he saw the burning houses, the rotting corpses, and the torn landscape. He smelled the burnt flesh and remembered the awful scene.
He had been sitting in the apple tree, far away, playing his flute. He loved music. He smiled as he remembered all the times he d played for his sister when she was dancing. He remembered that she loved to dance, and was going to try and be the best dancer ever. And then reality kicked in again, and he cried. He cried because he knew there was nothing he could have done, and nothing he could do now. He cried for the people he loved, and he cried for the people who were going to die. Once again, he remembered the killing. His sister had been raped by almost every man there, as had been most of the young women. The older women and children had been made watch as the men were systematically killed. There had been little resistance, as they had been taken completely by surprise, and there was nothing anybody could do.
Well...that took a turn...oh wow...uhh....yeah did not see a twist like that coming at all...from that beautiful image at the start to just one of the worst horrors possible right there. Its a very stark contrast and it just showcases what has to be the worst thing that could possible happen to a peaceful village...and well it looks like we're viewing this through the lens of the only survivor of that horrible event and just well...its a powerful direction to go in there.
The boy had stayed in the tree, knowing all the good he would accomplish was his own death. He knew that he had to survive, so that he could enlist the aid of warriors and heroes to help him rid the world of this evil scum.
Well, as difficult as a decision like that must, that does seem like the right one to have made in that situation. You do a good sense that in that case this is a person with a pretty strong personality and quite a bit of bravery to be able to make that kind of a decision. Not many people can choose to watch horror like that and bide their time instead of charging in.
The village had been completely cleaned out of anything remotely useful, and so the boy only had his flute, the clothes on his back, and the little money he always kept in his pocket. He turned around and prepared to depart the only home he had ever known. He looked back one last time, and took in everything he could. He tried to keep all the good memories, but the bad ones took their hold on him, and he could not let them go. He tried to remember it only as it was, but he could not. So, with one last glance at his village, still all aglow from the burning sun, he turned and went down the hill, to his awaiting destiny.
Well...it looks like someone setting out on quite a path there. I love where this story ends. It shows this horror, and then this person making the decision to move on for now and find justice for what happened here...and the ending leaves you on a nice hopeful note that this survivor will one day find his way back and the village will be reclaimed.
Aaaaand that's it for this one.
Overall: Overall, a pretty solid story with this one...I almost I would like to see more of this story but I suppose that's probably not going to happen with how long ago this story was....but oh well, that's about all I've gotta say for now.
As always remember to take what you think was helpful and forget the rest.